Sherry Ellis's Blog, page 79
June 21, 2013
Wicked Flood
My boy has a habit of blocking toilets. (If that's all you need to know, skip the rest of this post!)
It happened again at my dad's house. "Do you know what that kid did?" my dad asked.
"No," I answered. "What did he do?"
"He left a present for me in the bathroom."
I tried not to laugh. "Did he, now?"
"Yes. And when I tried to flush it, the toilet overflowed. About two inches of water puddled on the floor."
I wrinkled my nose. "That's pretty disgusting."
The man continued. "Then your son came in the bathroom and saw the mess. Do you know what he said?"
"What did he say?"
"He said, 'That looks like a pretty wicked flood. I'm going to go back up to the attic now while you clean it up.'"
I nodded. That sounded about right.
My father had more to say on the subject. "Later I went down into the basement, and noticed water on the ceiling right below the bathroom."
"Uh, oh," I said. "So you had some water damage from the wicked flood?"
"Yes. I had to replace five ceiling tiles."
Poor dad. Yep, I'd have to agree with Bubba - that was a pretty wicked flood!
It happened again at my dad's house. "Do you know what that kid did?" my dad asked.
"No," I answered. "What did he do?"
"He left a present for me in the bathroom."
I tried not to laugh. "Did he, now?"
"Yes. And when I tried to flush it, the toilet overflowed. About two inches of water puddled on the floor."
I wrinkled my nose. "That's pretty disgusting."
The man continued. "Then your son came in the bathroom and saw the mess. Do you know what he said?"
"What did he say?"
"He said, 'That looks like a pretty wicked flood. I'm going to go back up to the attic now while you clean it up.'"
I nodded. That sounded about right.
My father had more to say on the subject. "Later I went down into the basement, and noticed water on the ceiling right below the bathroom."
"Uh, oh," I said. "So you had some water damage from the wicked flood?"
"Yes. I had to replace five ceiling tiles."
Poor dad. Yep, I'd have to agree with Bubba - that was a pretty wicked flood!
June 20, 2013
Mamas to the Rescue
Here's the last story from our little vacation that I'm going to share.
We were sitting in a hot plane on the tarmac waiting for clearance to take off from Atlanta. Because of severe thunderstorms, we weren't allowed to move. We sat there for an hour. Of course everyone on board was getting antsy, including a two-year-old little girl.
She was having a full-blown tantrum. And it went on and on and on! The parents were completely flustered. The other passengers were grumbling. The flight attendant came over to try to pacify the kid. No luck.
I knew that I had to put on my Super Mama cape and come to the rescue. Diversion was what that kid needed. I rummaged through my purse. I found keys, a tiny bouncy ball, a few pens, and some sticks of gum. Not quite what a two-year-old needed. I quickly scanned the surrounding area and noticed a young mom with a diaper bag. Hooked onto the bag was a toy zebra. I looked at the mom. She looked at me. And we both grinned. She unhooked that thing and gave it to me. Then I marched up to the screaming kid and dangled the zebra in front of her.
"Look what I have," I said.
She immediately stopped screaming.
I gave her one of my most charming smiles. "Would you like to play with it?"
She gave me one of her most charming smiles.
So I handed her the zebra.
Silence!
The passengers gave me a round of applause and I sat back down.
Mission accomplished!
We were sitting in a hot plane on the tarmac waiting for clearance to take off from Atlanta. Because of severe thunderstorms, we weren't allowed to move. We sat there for an hour. Of course everyone on board was getting antsy, including a two-year-old little girl.
She was having a full-blown tantrum. And it went on and on and on! The parents were completely flustered. The other passengers were grumbling. The flight attendant came over to try to pacify the kid. No luck.
I knew that I had to put on my Super Mama cape and come to the rescue. Diversion was what that kid needed. I rummaged through my purse. I found keys, a tiny bouncy ball, a few pens, and some sticks of gum. Not quite what a two-year-old needed. I quickly scanned the surrounding area and noticed a young mom with a diaper bag. Hooked onto the bag was a toy zebra. I looked at the mom. She looked at me. And we both grinned. She unhooked that thing and gave it to me. Then I marched up to the screaming kid and dangled the zebra in front of her.
"Look what I have," I said.
She immediately stopped screaming.
I gave her one of my most charming smiles. "Would you like to play with it?"
She gave me one of her most charming smiles.
So I handed her the zebra.
Silence!
The passengers gave me a round of applause and I sat back down.
Mission accomplished!
June 19, 2013
Bubba's Packing Job and Game Answer
I had both of my kids pack their own suitcases before our trip to Delray Beach, Florida. I simply did not have time to do it myself because I had to prepare the house for showings while we were gone.
"Bubba, did you pack everything?" I asked before we left.
"Yes, Mama."
"You have your toothbrush and toothpaste and hairbrush?"
"Yes, Mama. I packed everything."
"Okay." I hoped he was right.
When we arrived in Florida, the kids wanted to go swimming. My boy rummaged through his suitcase. "Mama, my bathing suit isn't in here."
I looked in that thing. There was no bathing suit. But there was a winter hat - one lined with rabbit fur and ear flaps.
"Dude, this is Florida. Why in the world would you bring a winter hat?"
Bubba grinned. "I watched the weather channel, and it said it was going to be cold because a hurricane just came through. I was being prepared. You never know when there will be a blizzard in Florida!"
Right.
Now for the answer to yesterday's question: Where are Sherry, Bubba, and Squirt in this picture?
I am on the left, standing behind the two guys stooped down. I'm wearing an orange/tan paisley shirt, I have long brown hair, and some guy has his arm around me (I have no idea who he is!). Bubba is the kid sitting near me on the ground in front of the man wearing a blue tank shirt. Bubba is wearing glasses, has a black shirt on, and was drinking a beverage from a red cup (I hope it's not beer!). My daughter is in the middle, wearing sun glasses and a lime green top. Her hair is long, brown, and wet (I wonder why.).
So there you go, a recent picture of me and my clan!
"Bubba, did you pack everything?" I asked before we left.
"Yes, Mama."
"You have your toothbrush and toothpaste and hairbrush?"
"Yes, Mama. I packed everything."
"Okay." I hoped he was right.
When we arrived in Florida, the kids wanted to go swimming. My boy rummaged through his suitcase. "Mama, my bathing suit isn't in here."
I looked in that thing. There was no bathing suit. But there was a winter hat - one lined with rabbit fur and ear flaps.
"Dude, this is Florida. Why in the world would you bring a winter hat?"
Bubba grinned. "I watched the weather channel, and it said it was going to be cold because a hurricane just came through. I was being prepared. You never know when there will be a blizzard in Florida!"
Right.
Now for the answer to yesterday's question: Where are Sherry, Bubba, and Squirt in this picture?
I am on the left, standing behind the two guys stooped down. I'm wearing an orange/tan paisley shirt, I have long brown hair, and some guy has his arm around me (I have no idea who he is!). Bubba is the kid sitting near me on the ground in front of the man wearing a blue tank shirt. Bubba is wearing glasses, has a black shirt on, and was drinking a beverage from a red cup (I hope it's not beer!). My daughter is in the middle, wearing sun glasses and a lime green top. Her hair is long, brown, and wet (I wonder why.).
So there you go, a recent picture of me and my clan!
June 18, 2013
Giveaway Winners, Sea Creatures, and a Game
(Those things go together, don't they?)
Hey everybody, I'm back! My family and I had a great time at Delray Beach, Florida celebrating our Aunt's 90th birthday. I have a ton of stories from this trip. I'll share some of them this week. But first, I have to announce the winners of Kamy's books: Crystal Collier is the winner of Breathe Again, and Medeia Sharif is the winner of Family Ties. Congratulations ladies, and thanks to everyone who stopped by and commented!
Now for the story:
My kids and I were playing in the ocean when I spotted something that looked kind of big. It was swimming some distance away, but it was getting closer. I kept my eye on it. Then I saw something that looked like a fin pop out of the water.
Uh oh, I thought. That thing looked an awful lot like a shark.
"Come on, kids," I called. Let's head to the shore."
"Why, Mama?" my son asked.
"Because there's a sea creature out there, and I don't know what it is."
Meanwhile, other swimmers spotted it and quickly headed for the shore. We all watched as it came closer. A fin came up, followed by a tail. That thing was huge!
We all stood there, watching it for about ten minutes. Then an intrepid group of folks with a raft decided to paddle out and investigate.
I started humming the Jaws tune.
"Is it a shark, Mama?"
"I don't know, Bubba, but those guys are nuts!"
The rafters came within five feet of the creature.
"It's a manatee!" they shouted. Then they took another look. "There are two of them!"
Great. So then everyone, including my kids, swam out to see the manatees.
I was a little more cautious. Because where there are manatees, there are sharks. I kept a wary eye on the waves, making sure no other suspicious fins popped out of the water.
Fortunately, under my watch, there were no more sea creatures. But when we were at the pool later in the evening, there were a bunch of people talking about a nine foot shark they had just seen. I bet that shark was hunting manatees!
Now for the game:
It's like "Where's Waldo?" but this is "Where's Sherry, Bubba, and Squirt (my daughter)?"
See if you can find us in this picture:
(I enlarged the picture to help you see it. Hint: I'm not the dude in the blue shirt who got cut off.)
Hey everybody, I'm back! My family and I had a great time at Delray Beach, Florida celebrating our Aunt's 90th birthday. I have a ton of stories from this trip. I'll share some of them this week. But first, I have to announce the winners of Kamy's books: Crystal Collier is the winner of Breathe Again, and Medeia Sharif is the winner of Family Ties. Congratulations ladies, and thanks to everyone who stopped by and commented!
Now for the story:
My kids and I were playing in the ocean when I spotted something that looked kind of big. It was swimming some distance away, but it was getting closer. I kept my eye on it. Then I saw something that looked like a fin pop out of the water.
Uh oh, I thought. That thing looked an awful lot like a shark.
"Come on, kids," I called. Let's head to the shore."
"Why, Mama?" my son asked.
"Because there's a sea creature out there, and I don't know what it is."
Meanwhile, other swimmers spotted it and quickly headed for the shore. We all watched as it came closer. A fin came up, followed by a tail. That thing was huge!
We all stood there, watching it for about ten minutes. Then an intrepid group of folks with a raft decided to paddle out and investigate.
I started humming the Jaws tune.
"Is it a shark, Mama?"
"I don't know, Bubba, but those guys are nuts!"
The rafters came within five feet of the creature.
"It's a manatee!" they shouted. Then they took another look. "There are two of them!"
Great. So then everyone, including my kids, swam out to see the manatees.
I was a little more cautious. Because where there are manatees, there are sharks. I kept a wary eye on the waves, making sure no other suspicious fins popped out of the water.
Fortunately, under my watch, there were no more sea creatures. But when we were at the pool later in the evening, there were a bunch of people talking about a nine foot shark they had just seen. I bet that shark was hunting manatees!
Now for the game:
It's like "Where's Waldo?" but this is "Where's Sherry, Bubba, and Squirt (my daughter)?"
See if you can find us in this picture:
(I enlarged the picture to help you see it. Hint: I'm not the dude in the blue shirt who got cut off.)
June 13, 2013
Guest Author, Kamy Chetty and a Giveaway
Today, I'd like to welcome author, Kamy Chetty to my pad.
Here's a short bio about Kamy:
There hasn’t been a time in her life that Kamy hasn’t been writing, or dreaming up some magical love story in her head. As an avid reader, it wasn’t long before she realised her talent for turning a phrase, and add to that a profession of nursing, it’s only natural that her stories have a medical theme with that happily ever after ending.
Recently she’s discovered that all those years she’s been fascinated with TV shows like CSI and Bones, has just been foreplay for her dark side and she now enjoys writing suspense with a dash of medical and a dollop of romance.
Originally from South Africa, Kamy now lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her very own hero and two children who keep her busy. She has two dogs who keep her out of trouble and shelves overflowing with books that she loves reading when she isn’t chasing deadlines.
Your dogs keep you out of trouble? Really? My dog is always causing trouble, and I can't seem to get out of it! I can relate to the bookshelf issues. I seem to have that problem, too!
Kamy Chetty around the web:
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Kamy's son is a bit old than my boy, Bubba. I guess he's pretty techno savy. Here's a short Mama story from Kamy:
My son, asked me today if getting ‘the key’ when you turn twenty-one, meant that you get to open any door in the world? I smiled and said yes, it does and although I think he meant literally, I forgot how symbolic the twenty-first is in one’s life.
I am glad I have a while before the day arrives, but is it me or are kids these days smarter than we ever were. Last year for my birthday, my son offered me tech support because I got an Ipad and he was sure I would need the help. I hate to admit it but I do.
Hands up if you get help from your teenager to set up your phone or fix the glitches on your computer? My hand is up! Even at 8 years old, I think my boy knows more than I do about iPods, iPads, and other iGadgets!
Thanks for having me here and I hope to hear your stories tooJ It's my pleasure! Keep stopping by, and you'll hear all kinds of stories from me! And now here's information about Kamy's books. We will have a giveaway: One lucky commenter will receive a download of Breathe Again and another will receive a download of Family Ties. If you have a preference, please let us know in your comments.
BREATHE AGAIN
After a tour at war and countless shifts in the hospital emergency room, Nick knows that no matter how hard he tries to change things, people are the same. So when his estranged wife Skylar reveals that she stopped taking birth control and is pregnant, he shouldn’t be shocked. Betrayal burns and panic sets in as memories of his shattered home life remind him that he can’t play happy families.
Skylar knows one thing—she’s head over nurse’s shoes in love with the stubborn and unemotional Nick. She loves him enough to believe in the man he is, even though he can’t see it for himself and hides behind a mask. As he calls their child “hers” and tries to live apart from her, Skylar’s heart breaks, but she refuses to give up hope that he’ll do the right thing.
When disaster strikes, Skylar realizes Nick might never change, so she risks everything and sets him free, hoping he’ll come back, for her and their baby. Is heat, passion and a vow enough to seal this marriage and make them a family?
Reader Alert!
Their passion and devotion will make you root for them, and their sexual tension will set you ablaze.
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Family Ties
A woman with no family ties of her own, desperate to fulfill her dream of having a child finds she
cannot conceive a child naturally. A man who feels guilt over his ex-wife's death, cannot find closure. Can the attraction these two people feel be enough to overcome their conflicting desires, especially when Jack finds himself the guardian of a baby he isn't sure he can be responsible for.
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Before I go, I'd like to wish all dads out there, a very Happy Father's Day! (I'll be out of the blogosphere for a few days. When I come back, I'll announce the winners!)
June 12, 2013
Mama's Bad Day
It didn't start off well this morning. I was rudely awakened at 6:30 AM by the screeching of the fire alarm. I bolted out of bed and immediately sought the source of this problem.
My kids ran out of their rooms, covering their ears. "Mom, what's going on?" they shouted.
"Don't know, but I'll figure it out!"
I didn't smell anything weird. I didn't see anything weird. It was puzzling.
After about two minutes, the ear piercing noise stopped. I looked at those stupid alarms on the ceiling and secretly said a few bad words to them (don't tell my kids!).
Aggravated, I went down into the basement to see if anything odd was going on down there. That's when I noticed the sump pump battery. The "fill water" light was on. Fine. I grabbed the distilled water and battery pump filler thing and took care of that little problem. I think something weird was going on with the battery, because the skin on my face and hands burned so bad from just being around it! ( I later called my husband - who's in Atlanta of course - and told him about it. He said the battery was probably giving off harmful hydrogen compounds which burned my skin and caused the alarms to go off. Great.)
Next problem: "Mama, I want French Toast for breakfast," my son said.
Okay. What could be hazardous about making French Toast? I turned the stove on to heat the pan. Unfortunately, I didn't notice that the darn thing didn't ignite (it's gas). About 20 seconds later, I noticed a horrible smell. I secretly muttered a few more bad words, turned the stove off, and turned the oven fans on, hoping to clear the air. I also went to the sliding back door and opened that. As I closed the screen door, I smashed my index and middle fingers into it. Pain!!!!! My fingers immediately swelled up.
So now here I am with smashed fingers, burnt skin, and a practically busted eardrum. I'd say that's a bad day!
My kids ran out of their rooms, covering their ears. "Mom, what's going on?" they shouted.
"Don't know, but I'll figure it out!"
I didn't smell anything weird. I didn't see anything weird. It was puzzling.
After about two minutes, the ear piercing noise stopped. I looked at those stupid alarms on the ceiling and secretly said a few bad words to them (don't tell my kids!).
Aggravated, I went down into the basement to see if anything odd was going on down there. That's when I noticed the sump pump battery. The "fill water" light was on. Fine. I grabbed the distilled water and battery pump filler thing and took care of that little problem. I think something weird was going on with the battery, because the skin on my face and hands burned so bad from just being around it! ( I later called my husband - who's in Atlanta of course - and told him about it. He said the battery was probably giving off harmful hydrogen compounds which burned my skin and caused the alarms to go off. Great.)
Next problem: "Mama, I want French Toast for breakfast," my son said.
Okay. What could be hazardous about making French Toast? I turned the stove on to heat the pan. Unfortunately, I didn't notice that the darn thing didn't ignite (it's gas). About 20 seconds later, I noticed a horrible smell. I secretly muttered a few more bad words, turned the stove off, and turned the oven fans on, hoping to clear the air. I also went to the sliding back door and opened that. As I closed the screen door, I smashed my index and middle fingers into it. Pain!!!!! My fingers immediately swelled up.
So now here I am with smashed fingers, burnt skin, and a practically busted eardrum. I'd say that's a bad day!
June 11, 2013
Moth Meal
We seem to be on a food kick at my pad. This time it's Schultz's turn for a food story. In case you don't know, Schultz is our hundred pound German Shepherd. And he's always up to something. Today's something involved a moth. Two of them.
I was outside weeding, and Schultz decided he was going to help. He stuck his big snout in the dirt and yanked a few out. As he did, some moths were disturbed. They flew up, attempting to get away from the two mammals who were invading their territory.
Schultz immediately dropped the weeds and took off in hot pursuit. Those stupid moths weren 't smart enough to fly high, so of course, Schultz caught one in his ginormous mouth.
"Schultz, drop it!" I said.
It was a little too late for that. Schultz swallowed it whole. Then he went off to chase the other one.
"Schultz!" I yelled.
He didn't listen. He pursued that thing until he caught it. And yes, he swallowed it whole. Apparently moths are a doggy delicacy.
So now I'm going to put up a sign on my backyard fence: "Danger: This Premise is Guarded by a Moth Killing Dog! Enter at Your Own Risk!"
I was outside weeding, and Schultz decided he was going to help. He stuck his big snout in the dirt and yanked a few out. As he did, some moths were disturbed. They flew up, attempting to get away from the two mammals who were invading their territory.
Schultz immediately dropped the weeds and took off in hot pursuit. Those stupid moths weren 't smart enough to fly high, so of course, Schultz caught one in his ginormous mouth.
"Schultz, drop it!" I said.
It was a little too late for that. Schultz swallowed it whole. Then he went off to chase the other one.
"Schultz!" I yelled.
He didn't listen. He pursued that thing until he caught it. And yes, he swallowed it whole. Apparently moths are a doggy delicacy.
So now I'm going to put up a sign on my backyard fence: "Danger: This Premise is Guarded by a Moth Killing Dog! Enter at Your Own Risk!"
June 10, 2013
Fried Cereal
Okay, I'm back!
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who commented on Jenny's guest post. You guys are awesome! The winner of the giveaway is Arni at Travel Gourmande. Congratulations, Arni!
It was a crazy weekend! Yesterday, after preparing my house for another showing, I had to go to a theater to assist with our dance studio's annual showcase recitals. It was 8 1/2 hours of dealing with toddlers in tutus! I don't mind those adorable little princesses, but when they're biting and scratching, and hitting, and dancing on tables, and drawing on floors, I get just a wee bit grouchy! Oy!
But that's not my story. Here's my story:
A few days ago, I shipped my eight year old son, to his Grandpa's house. (Okay, not really shipped, but had him picked up and taken there.) I couldn't handle my kids bickering non-stop while I was stressing over cleaning every single piece of dog hair off of the floor. I figured the only way I would get a little peace was to remove one of my offspring. (I was right!)
Grandpa was thrilled to spend a little time with his grandson.
When Bubba came home, he raided the refrigerator. "Mama, I'm starving! Grandpa didn't feed me!"
I looked at the kid. "What do you mean, 'Grandpa didn't feed you'?"
"He didn't give me dinner the whole time I was there. Except for one time when he fed me fried cereal."
My eyes got real big. "Fried cereal? What the heck is that? What kind of cereal?" I had to know.
"Grandpa put some Cheerios in a frying pan and fried it up. Then he put some peaches on top."
I shook my head. "Well, at least he didn't shoot a squirrel and put it in his crockpot for you to eat."
My son laughed. "Grandpa tried to shoot a snake, but it got away. He probably would've tried to cook that if he had killed it."
I seriously need to have a talk with that guy! Oy gewalt!
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who commented on Jenny's guest post. You guys are awesome! The winner of the giveaway is Arni at Travel Gourmande. Congratulations, Arni!
It was a crazy weekend! Yesterday, after preparing my house for another showing, I had to go to a theater to assist with our dance studio's annual showcase recitals. It was 8 1/2 hours of dealing with toddlers in tutus! I don't mind those adorable little princesses, but when they're biting and scratching, and hitting, and dancing on tables, and drawing on floors, I get just a wee bit grouchy! Oy!
But that's not my story. Here's my story:
A few days ago, I shipped my eight year old son, to his Grandpa's house. (Okay, not really shipped, but had him picked up and taken there.) I couldn't handle my kids bickering non-stop while I was stressing over cleaning every single piece of dog hair off of the floor. I figured the only way I would get a little peace was to remove one of my offspring. (I was right!)
Grandpa was thrilled to spend a little time with his grandson.
When Bubba came home, he raided the refrigerator. "Mama, I'm starving! Grandpa didn't feed me!"
I looked at the kid. "What do you mean, 'Grandpa didn't feed you'?"
"He didn't give me dinner the whole time I was there. Except for one time when he fed me fried cereal."
My eyes got real big. "Fried cereal? What the heck is that? What kind of cereal?" I had to know.
"Grandpa put some Cheerios in a frying pan and fried it up. Then he put some peaches on top."
I shook my head. "Well, at least he didn't shoot a squirrel and put it in his crockpot for you to eat."
My son laughed. "Grandpa tried to shoot a snake, but it got away. He probably would've tried to cook that if he had killed it."
I seriously need to have a talk with that guy! Oy gewalt!
June 7, 2013
Guest Author Jenny Brigalow and a Giveaway
Today, I have a special guest: Jenny Brigalow, author of A Man for All Seasons.
Jenny, tell us a little bit about yourself.
Born in Britain, I arrived in Australia as a young woman in 1985 for an impromptu holiday and never left. I fell in love with the Australian bush, its unique flora and fauna and the colourful personalities that inhabit the country. I live on a small acreage close to Toowoomba with my family, dogs, cats and ponies.
I love to write. I write rural romance, young adult and, more recently, literary fiction. When I'm not writing, I'm reading, walking or riding my Connemara pony, Romeo. Rural romance is a natural extension of my passion for all things country. I believe that romance is the universal language of love. And besides, I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
I like happy endings, too!
Here's where you can find Jenny around the web:
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Jenny was so gracious to share a cool "Mama" story that has a little Australian flavor. Here it is:
It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Not so much happy hour as snappy hour. So I did the only thing I could, threw Miss Two and Miss Three into the pushchair, called the dogs and went out for a walk.
It was a lovely afternoon, still hot, but not oppressively so. Every one cheered up as we set off up the road. The dogs raced around terrorizing the flora and fauna, and the cicada's chirruped in the eucalypts.
At the top of the road, as we travelled past the hibiscus farm, Miss Three sat up and pointed, her face aglow with excitement. "Look Mummy, look," she said "a giant mouse!"
Intrigued , I followed the line of Miss Three's little finger. And there it was. The biggest mouse you ever did see. Although some - who lack in imagination - would say that it was just a wallaby hopping by. But I know a giant mouse when I see one. Don't you? That's so funny! Usually I can tell the difference between a wallaby and a giant mouse, but if I were sleep deprived or completely frazzled, I'd probably go with Miss Three's guess of it being a giant mouse! (At least she didn't say giant rat!)
And now here's information about Jenny's book:
A Man For All Seasons
When successful rodeo rider and racehorse trainer Chad Cherub steps off the plane at Heathrow, love is the last thing on his mind. He’s travelled from Australia to do a business deal with the wealthy entrepreneur and racehorse fanatic, Walter Driscoll. However, he soon finds himself distracted by Wally’s gorgeous daughter, Seraphim.
Sweet, spoiled Seraphim, a gifted dressage rider, is also distracted. Engaged to the eminently suitable Barry Wellington-Worth, the arrival of cool, confident Chad forces her to re-examine her life. When she discovers the devastating truth that she does not love Barry, and learns that Chad’s cook has been injured, Seraphim jumps at the chance to take up the position on his remote property and escape the confines of her English life.
In the great dust bowl of the Australian Outback the couple find they have more in common than horses. Their love blooms as they work hard to start a new life together. But Seraphim’s family, and the past, threatens to tear them apart. It is only when the truth is laid bare that the barriers are broken down.
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One lucky commenter will win a free download of A Man For All Seasons!
Thanks for stopping by, Jenny! I wish you all the best with your book!
Author Jenny Brigalow
Today, I have a special guest: Jenny Brigalow, author of A Man for All Seasons.
Jenny, tell us a little bit about yourself.
Born in Britain, I arrived in Australia as a young woman in 1985 for an impromptu holiday and never left. I fell in love with the Australian bush, its unique flora and fauna and the colourful personalities that inhabit the country. I live on a small acreage close to Toowoomba with my family, dogs, cats and ponies.
I love to write. I write rural romance, young adult and, more recently, literary fiction. When I'm not writing, I'm reading, walking or riding my Connemara pony, Romeo. Rural romance is a natural extension of my passion for all things country. I believe that romance is the universal language of love. And besides, I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
I like happy endings, too!
Here's where you can find Jenny around the web:
Facebook Twitter Website Author Page
Jenny was so gracious to share a cool "Mama" story that has a little Australian flavor. Here it is:
It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Not so much happy hour as snappy hour. So I did the only thing I could, threw Miss Two and Miss Three into the pushchair, called the dogs and went out for a walk.
It was a lovely afternoon, still hot, but not oppressively so. Every one cheered up as we set off up the road. The dogs raced around terrorizing the flora and fauna, and the cicada's chirruped in the eucalypts.
At the top of the road, as we travelled past the hibiscus farm, Miss Three sat up and pointed, her face aglow with excitement. "Look Mummy, look," she said "a giant mouse!"
Intrigued , I followed the line of Miss Three's little finger. And there it was. The biggest mouse you ever did see. Although some - who lack in imagination - would say that it was just a wallaby hopping by. But I know a giant mouse when I see one. Don't you? That's so funny! Usually I can tell the difference between a wallaby and a giant mouse, but if I were sleep deprived or completely frazzled, I'd probably go with Miss Three's guess of it being a giant mouse! (At least she didn't say giant rat!)
And now here's information about Jenny's book:
A Man For All Seasons
When successful rodeo rider and racehorse trainer Chad Cherub steps off the plane at Heathrow, love is the last thing on his mind. He’s travelled from Australia to do a business deal with the wealthy entrepreneur and racehorse fanatic, Walter Driscoll. However, he soon finds himself distracted by Wally’s gorgeous daughter, Seraphim.
Sweet, spoiled Seraphim, a gifted dressage rider, is also distracted. Engaged to the eminently suitable Barry Wellington-Worth, the arrival of cool, confident Chad forces her to re-examine her life. When she discovers the devastating truth that she does not love Barry, and learns that Chad’s cook has been injured, Seraphim jumps at the chance to take up the position on his remote property and escape the confines of her English life.
In the great dust bowl of the Australian Outback the couple find they have more in common than horses. Their love blooms as they work hard to start a new life together. But Seraphim’s family, and the past, threatens to tear them apart. It is only when the truth is laid bare that the barriers are broken down.
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Thanks for stopping by, Jenny! I wish you all the best with your book!
